Change


 

I am the master
of my fate

but know this
and be certain

You aren’t the servant
of your choice

a mind
like your socks
can be changed

 

rob kistner © 2021
Lawrence Tieke — birth name until adoption

More poetry at: dVerse

 

8 thoughts on “Change”

    1. Wouldn’t that be wonderful! I could rid myself of this damned pacemaker, of these numerous stents in my heart, of this embedded glucose monitor. But alas, we deal with it. No choice now.

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